Nobody said it would be easy, ha, ha
What y'all wanna do, ha?
What y'all wanna do, ha?
Nobody wanna handle it
As we proceed, to give you what you need

What y'all wanna do, ha?
What y'all wanna do, ha?
Nine-eight, it's the great
What y'all wanna do, ha?
What y'all wanna do, ha?

Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas that's diamond laced
Tryin' to find a place to recline, shine my face
Under the sun where it's warm, runnin' with Pun 'til, I'm gone
That's word is bond on my moms

That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo
Dame Un Trago, he go to war wit a bottle
Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat
(Take that, take that, take that, take that)
Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack
(C'mon)

Physical rap means we live the lyrics
Long as *****z fear us you could never entirely disappear us
We the realest you ever gon' see
In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me

Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there
(Yeah, yeah)
Like lettin' you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear
(That's right)
Five sixty only the Squad ride with me
(Five sixty)

Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy
(Eh eh eh eh)
It's my city, and everything in it
Ain't a thing rented it's my Benz, if you see me in it
(C'mon, yeah)
We invented floodin' the watch, and runnin' the spots
That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot

What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
Rollin deep with the Don-Tana
I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana

What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
Rollin deep with the Don-Tana
I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana

Yea, uh, yo
You better slide or catch this homicide
Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin' backs out the other side
Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks
Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake
(Like Jake)

So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin' mines
Player haters never wanna see my shine
Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe
Rockin' a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's

Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin' kids
Or livin' mad sweet in lavish cribs
Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz
(Mm, mm)
Exotic tokin' parrots on my wrist

It ain't **** but for ***, money, and drugs
True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
What the ***k, Joe Crack, twist your cap back
Leave your heart rate flat, once terror squad attacks
(Yea, yea, yea)

What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
Rollin deep with the Don-Tana
I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana

What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep
Rollin deep with the Don-Tana
I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana

Terror Squad, and Bad Boy
Joey Crack, Big Pun
I see you

Can't sleep, ten deep
Yea, uh, huh
Adios to manana
Terror Squad, what?
Bad Boy, khanmean?

Joey Crack, Big Pun
I see you, I see you
C'mon, yea, yea, say what say what?
Say what say what?
Uh, huh

I see you, take that
Adios to manana